by Joel R. Hunt
The months after she died felt like a thousand lifetimes, and each one was unbearable without her. When she appeared at the foot of my bed, I knew she had returned to release me from my torment. Her eyes glowed. Her face shone. Her finger beckoned.
God, how I missed her.
“Join me,” she sang.
“Yes, my love,” I answered. I rose, grabbed the nearby razor and snapped it in two. She smiled as my trembling fingers took the blade.
“We’ll be a family again,” I whispered.
I pushed open the door. Walked over to the nightlight.
“All of us.”
Joel R. Hunt
Joel R. Hunt is a writer from the UK who dabbles in the darker aspects of life, particularly through horror, science fiction and the supernatural.
He has been published in a number of short story anthologies (including the Black Hare Press ‘Dark Drabbles’ series), and hopes to have released his own anthology of short stories later this year.
You can find his daily ‘very short stories’ on twitter.com/JoelRHunt1